Alchemy and Songcraft

Alchemy and Songcraft Chapter 4

(Two Thursdays before Family Weekend)

Kieran

Jason and I had more than an hour break on Thursdays between his psychology class and our Literature class. I enjoyed sitting in his class with him, even though I wasn't really that interested in psychology. I just liked being with him. On Tuesday I'd kept distracting him by playing with his thigh and thinking about his cock. I didn't touch it, but I kept getting closer with my fingers. He didn't say anything, but I knew that he didn't like being distracted in class. So, I decided to check my Social Media accounts instead.

I had a long text message from Steven Groth that read:

"Don't go anywhere on Family Weekend. Kurt and I are coming to visit, and we're bringing your cousin Dylan. Don't get mad. He wants to apologize to you, and he wants to try and be friends."

"I don't really have anything to say to Dylan."

"Don't be like that. Dylan isn't a bad guy, and he needs to have someone he can talk to. You'll like him if you give him a chance."

I sent back a frowny face emoji, then an upraised palm. Steven texted me:

"You two need to talk."

"I don't want to talk to him."

"Kieran, it's time to put that behind you. Your cousin is gay and he's Kurt's boyfriend. Kind of. Please don't tell anyone. His father doesn't know. He needs to talk to you."

I hesitated, then wrote:

"Fine. I'll talk to him. Maybe he wasn't just an ass. Maybe he was a gay ass."

"He knows that Kieran. I want to let him explain. Please be nice."

"I'll try,"

"I need to talk to you too, Kieran."

I hesitated even longer this time before typing:

"You know I have a boyfriend."

"I know. I've seen the pictures. We need to talk because you're ruining my life. Not your fault, but I need to find closure with you. I have someone who really likes me, but I keep thinking of you. I need to talk to you and your boyfriend so I can get you out of my mind."

"We never even kissed, Steven."

"Don't remind me. Now we probably never will. I still love you. I can't help it. I hope that this will help me move on. I won't be creepy. I still want to be your friend. There are only two good Morgans and I want to be friends with you both."

"I want to stay friends with you as well."

Then I opened Facebook and saw a couple of messages from Jason's family. His cousin Vincent DiCanzio had sent me a message. "Hello Kieran. I'm Jason's cousin and he writes to me all the time about you. You should know that you make him very happy. I look forward to seeing you on Thanksgiving. I can introduce you to my boyfriend John Dietrich. You’ll also meet Jason's brother and sister, James and Eleanor, who I just know will love you."

I had another message from Jason's mother, Mei. It read, "I look forward to seeing you on Family Weekend. You are a very pretty boy and I'm glad that you make my son happy. I'm also telling Jason to bring you to our house on Thanksgiving so the rest of the family can meet you. Selena Wu-Trevor tells me that you are a sweet and polite boy. Don't let my son take advantage of you."

Then I noticed that I had friend requests from both of Jason's siblings, Warren Cheng (the psychology grad student), Cornelius Ravensley, Valerian Dumont, Erik, and Alonzo.

I accepted them all.

After class we went to have lunch in the Student Union. There was a salad restaurant Jason really liked. He ordered me a salad with cheese, almonds, and grilled chicken breast. It also had avocado and boiled egg. I watched it like a hawk when they were making it because the last time we came here they put blue cheese on my salad, and I didn't want to eat it. Jason had to go back and buy me another. Jason had salmon on his instead of chicken.

I hated the chairs in the food court because they had arms, and I couldn't sit comfortably on Jason's lap while we ate. I had to sit next to him instead. I ate most of the stuff off the top of my salad and about half the lettuce, but I took a long time to finish. Jason was sitting there watching me for a while before he took the fork away and started feeding me faster. When I finally finished, we sat in the lounge, him cuddling me on his lap.

Jason asked me, "What's wrong, Kieran? You seem mopey."

"I'm just tired," I replied. "I don't feel like I'm sleeping well. And my friend Steven is coming to visit during Family Weekend. He's bringing my cousin Dylan and said I need to talk to him because he's gay now and he's sorry that he was so mean to me when I was growing up. Oh, and your mom wants me to come to Thanksgiving at her house."

Jason turned my face towards his and kissed away the moisture at the corners of my eyes. "The sleepiness is probably my fault," he said. "I've been giving you something to keep you from having nightmares, and you probably need to dream. As for the other stuff, who is this Steven?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and said, "Steven was on the swim and diving teams with me all through high school. I didn't know he was gay, and I wouldn't have admitted I was either, but apparently he was in love with me. He wants to talk to both of us so he can get me out of his mind and allow himself to have a boyfriend, or something like that."

Jason hugged me and stroked my back for a while, then he said, "If you don't want to meet with him, you don't have to, but it may be a good thing, so long as I'm there with you. You can work out whatever's between you."

He paused for a moment and then asked, "Is there anything between you?"

I leaned my head against his chest and replied, "We're friends, Sir. Steven was the closest thing I had to a friend in school. I think he'd planned on coming out to me and kissing me two summers ago, but I wouldn't go to the lake with him because my cousin Dylan was going to be there."

Then Jason prompted me to tell him all about Dylan. I did. I left no details out. I told him how Dylan had tormented me because his brothers tormented him, how we'd become close enough that I showed him my sketchbook and then he'd betrayed me by calling me a faggot and yelling for me to get away from him. I hadn't spoken to him since.

Jason kissed me and hugged me even tighter. Then he said, "I think you do need to talk to him. Imagine how difficult it would be to have your uncle as a father and be gay."

"I'll do it if you want me to, Sir," I said. "You're probably right. You usually are."

Jason started tickling me. "Did you say usually, boy?" he demanded with a laugh in his voice. "Tell me when I haven't been right about these things."

"Stop it, Sir," I cried. I couldn't catch my breath because I was laughing so hard. "You're always right. There I said it! Now stop before I pee my pants."

Jason stopped tickling me and kissed me again. I could still taste fish on his tongue. I pulled back and made a face. "You can't kiss me with fish on your breath, Sir," I said. "Your mother said you're not allowed to take advantage of me!"

He seemed hurt for a moment until I started laughing. Then he scowled back at me, went to kiss me but stopped midway. "I forgot that you don't want my kisses anymore," he said. "We can wait until Family Weekend. I bet Steven would give up fish so you wouldn't have to taste it on his lips."

I tried to lean forward and kiss him, but he kept pulling away, saying, "I can't kiss you anymore. You've figured out my evil agenda to make you eat fish by slowly getting you used to the taste on my lips! I'll have to come up with a plan that doesn't involve kissing."

We were both laughing then. I said, "And you're still taking advantage of me because I'm not as strong as you are, and because you know that I can't live without your kisses. I'll just have to take the bad with the good."

Jason put his hands on my shoulders and held me away from his face so I couldn't reach his lips until I sighed and went limp in his hands. That always worked. He pulled me close and kissed me. Then he hugged me tight so he could kiss my neck. I was glad that he'd stopped asking questions. I didn't want to tell him that I was still terrified of meeting his parents. And I was uncomfortable talking to Dylan for the same reason. I was comfortable in our little circle, just me and Jason, and Alonzo and Erik. I was afraid of family, mine or his, bursting that bubble.

 

Jason

I knew Kieran was changing the subject. I also knew he was serious about not liking the taste of fish. I was going to have to start popping mouth fresheners so my baby wouldn't have to taste it on my lips. We made out until it was time to go to class. I made Kieran share his insights again. He whined when I made him talk in public, but he seemed to like it when the teacher agreed with his points and used them to continue the discussion. After class, we went back to the dorm. I told Kieran to do his homework while I took care of some business.

I knocked on Sebastian's door. He opened it to let me in, and I saw his boy Ethan lying face down on the bed doing his homework. The boy was cute. I didn't think he was as cute as Kieran, but still Sebastian was doing alright for himself.

"Do we need to talk privately?" he asked.

I looked over at Ethan who had a cute frown at the corners of his mouth at the idea of being sent from the room. "Ethan can hear this," I said. "It's not private or secret."

Sebastian offered me a seat and a drink. I accepted a hot tea.

"So, what can I help you with?" he asked, sipping his own tea.

"I need to buy the services of some competent mages," I said. "I need a reality warping spell and I need it before next weekend, that is, the last weekend in September."

Sebastian looked at me with a crooked smile, and he asked, "Kieran, right?"

Ethan was sitting up and taking notice now and Sebastian was ready to laugh. It was Ethan who broke the silence. "What about Kieran?" he asked.

I had allowed him to stay, so I figured I may as well tell him the whole story. "I gave Kieran a potion that allowed him to change his appearance because he was suffering from a disconnect between who he was inside and who he was outside. Now he's eight inches shorter and much thinner. He's happier, but it may be obvious to mundane observers."

Ethan was thinking about it, then he asked, "Wouldn't everyone know that he's gotten smaller?"

"Not really," Sebastian explained. "Mundanes don't see magic and their minds tend to dismiss its effects unless they're forced to confront the change."

I jumped in and added, "Even his family may not have noticed, since he's not close with them, but he has a friend from high school coming to visit during Family Weekend. And this friend was obsessed with him. He may still be for all I know, and he may be able to see it because of his obsession."

"That's some serious magic, Jason," Sebastian said. "I can get a team that can do it in that time, but it's going to cost some money. You'll have to compensate the team, and you'll have to pay for any necessary consumables for the ritual."

"I'll pay it," I said.

"I'll forgo my share because I don't need your money, but it will take at least half a dozen mages with specific areas of expertise. I can find them all here in Severan," he said. "Give me the particulars on the reality warping you need and then it will take twenty-four hours straight work or about 72 spread out over several days."

I stood up and shook his hand. "Thank you, Sebastian," I said.

I could hear him explaining the concept of the spell to Ethan. In effect, the mages would perform a ritual that would change reality, so Kieran would always be remembered as small. I knew that Alonzo had done something like that all by himself, but that was when he'd been connected to the goddess Trivia, known to the Greeks as Hecate.

 

Alonzo

It was Thursday, my light day since I had only two academic subjects plus a dance aerobics class. After showing Kieran how to fix his hair this morning, I had some time to finish homework and then to run over the song selection Billy McAndrews had given me for the first practice. I knew most of them, but not well enough to sing them without the lyrics in front of me. We would have our first practice Friday during the Practicum and then we were meeting on Saturday morning to play a few sets. Luckily, Billy was able to sign us up for a music room to use for practice on Mondays and Wednesdays, starting next week, because I didn't have a car, although Erik would have been happy to drive me.

I was trying to wrap my brain around my relationship with Erik. I'd told him that I didn't want him trying to run my life, and sometimes I got mad when he did it, but mostly I was happy and relieved when he took care of things for me. I didn't want to become another Kieran, completely submissive to Erik's will and waiting for him to do everything for me, but I liked it when he did things for me, so I didn't have to think about them. I felt that I was being unfair to him, and I promised I would find some way to thank him and let him know how much I appreciated him.

Classes went well and I was in the room, naked, singing the songs for the upcoming band practice, when Erik came home. I didn't see him at first since I was dancing around while singing. I'd finished As It Was by Harry Styles before he came in and I was just getting into Lizzo’s About Damned Time when I saw him sprawled on the bed. He had a package next to him. I stopped when I saw him smiling at me, rushed over and straddled his lap, facing him.

He kissed me and hugged me so tight I could barely breathe. "Did you like that?" I gasped.

Erik loosened his grip a little and smacked my butt. "I love it," he said, "but, dear, it's never going to be Thick Thirty with you. Your butt is sexy and perfect, but it's not thick."

I knew how ridiculous it was to be singing Lizzo songs about thick booties when I was so much thinner than she was, but those songs were seriously catchy. Besides, Erik always grabbed my butt when he heard me, and I always enjoyed that.

"Thank you," I said. Then I looked over at the box and back at him. "What's in the box?" I asked slyly.

"It's a present for you," he said, kissing me again, "but you can't have it yet. We must wait for Jason to run down and get his box so we can give them to you and Kieran at the same time."

Then Erik picked me up and slung me over his shoulder and put the package under his other arm. He liked to manhandle me, and I liked it when he did. I was giggling and pretending to struggle as he carried me through the bathroom into Jason and Kieran's room. Kieran was lying on the bed doing some homework and Erik flipped me over and gently laid me down next to him. Kieran turned over on his side so that we were facing each other.

He wrapped his arms around me and said, "Don't worry about the mean Viking. I'll protect you!"

Then the two of us started giggling while Erik smacked our butts. Jason came in with a similar package under his arm. "Do you need help, Erik?" he asked. "Those boys can be slippery. Do you think we should warm their butts for them before we give them their presents?"

I grabbed Kieran's shoulders, and we hugged one another. I looked at them and said, "We can't stop you brutes from doing whatever you want. We're not strong enough."

I didn't know whether I was trying to get the guys to spank us or not, but I liked the game. Kieran was getting into it too. I knew that he liked getting spanked, and so did I. He started squealing when Jason came over and pulled him off the bed and into his arms. Erik did the same with me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"I think we'll have to give these boys a good spanking on Saturday before we go out to dinner," Jason said. "I'm sure they'll have done something that deserves a good hiding by then."

Erik slapped my butt hard and said, "I like the sound of that. Spank the boys, go out to dinner and a movie, bring the boys back and fuck them until they can't move."

"You had me at spank the boys," I mumbled against Erik's neck. "Me zurra las nalgas, papi. But you can do it when we're alone."

Jason sat Kieran down on the bed and then Erik sat me down next to him. Jason looked at us and said, "Be good now, boys. Erik and I bought you presents, and we want you to open them in front of us."

Then the guys handed us the packages, each addressed to our respective men. Kieran and I glanced at each other, unsure what could possibly be in the boxes. Then we tore into them. They were marked Ravensley Fine Clothing. Inside there were thongs in a kaleidoscope of colors; red, aquamarine, green, teal, blue, purple, black, lavender, and pink. I glanced at the small pouches and realized they'd been tailored specifically for us.

Erik had a guilty smile on his face, and he was blushing. His pupils were dilated, and his nostrils were flared, so I knew he was excited. Jason was so stoic that I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Kieran was blushing a darker shade than Erik and he was biting his lip. I knew he thought thongs were girly and it was giving him some cognitive dissonance, so I jumped up and took Kieran's hand.

"Come on Kieran, we're going to go get pretty and model these for our guys!" I said.

Then I pulled him into mine and Erik's room, and we put both boxes on the bed. I hugged Kieran and said, "These thongs are the sexiest underwear made for boys like us, so we're going to put them on, walk into that room and show the guys how sexy we are. We're going to get them all worked up and then leave them horny because I have to go to dance, and you have to go to yoga. The guys will be so worked up afterwards that they'll ravish us all night!"

We went with the pink thongs first and I made a big deal out of Kieran, dragging him over in front of the mirror on the wall. "See how adorable you are in that little pouch, Kieran?" I asked. Then I grabbed his little package and jostled it in front of the mirror. "See, these are boys' underpants."

Then I cast a simple spell Clarissa had taught me that made the mirror show our backsides instead of our fronts. I pulled on the little pink strap that ran up between Kieran's cheeks and he gave a little "oh" face as it rubbed against his hole. Then I pulled it aside and said, "See how easy it will be for Jason to play with your sexy little hole?"

Kieran was smiling devilishly now. It took only a little more prompting to get him psyched up to strut his stuff. When we went into the other room, we had our arms around each other's shoulders, pranced into the middle and then spun around. Jason and Erik were getting into it, clapping and whistling. We bowed and went back to change into a different color. Our show became more exaggerated with each new color. By the fifth thong we were grinding our butts on their laps. I could tell that Erik was excited because his massive eleven inches were pressing against his sweats. I was sure that Jason was just as aroused. By the seventh thong, the guys were snapping the straps and smacking our butts. After that, they were kissing us and grinding hard against us. When we finished, Jason and Kieran had to run. Jason had to take Kieran to yoga and then hurry to his super-secret Alchemy lab to check the preparations for tomorrow.

When we returned to our room, Erik sat on the bed and then pulled me over his lap. "Did you ask me to spank your butt a few minutes ago?" he asked. Then he smacked my butt.

"You're a savage brute, Erik Rucker!" I laughed.

"And you love it, maricon!" he said, smacking my butt even harder.

"You know I do, papi," I replied.

"This is just a taste of what you're going to get on Saturday, twink boy," he said as he laid into my ass with his hand until it was burning, and my little cock was pressing against his thigh. The pouch of my thong was soaked with precum.

I knew Erik was planning on fucking me before my dance class when I felt him shove one of those magic lube spheres into my ass. Then he turned me around, so I was sitting on his lap facing him, and he said, "Hang on tight!"

He stood up with me holding on around his neck, my legs around his waist, and he pulled his sweats down and then kicked them off. Erik had taken to wearing a jock to help contain his monstrous eleven inches, so all he had to do was pull the pouch aside to release the beast. I could feel it slapping the bottom of my ass as he flexed his groin muscles, making it bounce.

I reached beneath my butt and stroked it a couple of times, feeling it lurch in my hands at my touch. I let out a groan of anticipation and Erik asked, "Do you need me inside your dulce culo?" he asked.

"Yes papi," I said. "I need you. Fuck me like your little puto maricon!"

He sat down and pulled me in tight, rubbing his rough facial stubble on my neck. "You're a naughty little tease, getting Jason so excited when you knew he didn't have time to fuck his boy before they had to leave. I should make you wait for daddy's cock."

"Ay no! Please papi," I whined. "I need you now. My culo is hungry and it needs to swallow your tranca."

"Maybe I should just make you suck my tranca and your little culo can just go hungry," he teased.

"No papi, please," I begged. "I love the taste of your tranca, but I need you inside me."

I gave him sad eyes and pouted my lips at him. Then I made little whining noises until he started laughing at me. "Beg me in Spanish, Alonzo," he said. "I get hot when speak Spanish to me."

"Por favor, papi, cogeme! ¡Mete tu tranca en mi culo!" I said.

I loved sucking Erik's cock, although I couldn't get it all down my throat since it was so fucking big, but I wouldn't cum from fellating him and I needed an orgasm before going to dance class. Erik had been manhandling me all day, which always got me hot, and then playing around with Kieran and modeling new thongs for the guys had left me horny as hell.

Erik lifted my hips, positioned me over his erection and then slowly lowered me down so that the head was nestled against my hole. "Since you begged so sweetly, I'm going to give it to you."

Then he slid me down on his cock, inch by inch. Erik knew how big his cock was, so he never slammed into me, except maybe for the last few inches. He took his time and entered me slowly. I could feel my rectum expanding to accommodate his thickness, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt, despite the magic lube and the number of times he'd been inside me. But it was the kind of hurt that I liked. I broke out in a sweat from the pain and intensity.

"Be serious for a minute, Alonzo," Erik urged. "Is it okay? I'm not hurting you too badly?"

"No, Erik," I replied. I tried to avoid Spanish when we were talking seriously because Erik always took it as foreplay. "It hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt, like when you slap my face while we're having sex. I love it."

"Good," he said, "because the truth is that I need you right now as badly as you need me. There just wasn't time for me to eat your butt before going in and Jason says I should never be in too much of a hurry to do it right."

"I'm not Kieran, papi," I said. "Sometimes I want you to be gentle and sometimes I just want you to slam into me and take me like the little puto maricon that I am."

That made him smile wickedly. He rubbed his rough cheeks over my face and pulled me down the remaining four inches or so all at once. I gave out a squeal that echoed around the room, making Erik silence me with a passionate kiss. That was more like it, I thought, as a wave of sharp pain radiated from my ass to my cock. I moaned around his tongue and shot a spurt of cum from my cock.

I knew that more was to follow quickly, so I said, "Sorry Papi, but I can't hold it back much longer. I'm going to cum."

Erik grunted, "So am I, you little bitch! That's why I had to shove inside you, so I didn’t cum when I was only halfway in!"

I shot several times, spilling my load all over him. He grabbed me roughly and bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark. He gripped my hips with his vice-like grasp and shouted, "Take my seed puto delicado! I'm going to shoot so hard it's going to spray out of your mouth!"

I could feel his massive cock throbbing and pulsing inside me. I ran my nails down his back and moaned loudly, "I love the feeling of your tranca inside my culo, Erik."

I kissed his chest while he held me close, my lips feeling his blond hair and my tongue tasting his salty sweat. "More than that, Erik, I love you."

Erik stared into my eyes with a look of earnestness. "Do you, Alonzo? Do you really? I've been wanting to hear you say that, not just in an automatic response to my words. I know it sounds corny and cliche, but please don't play with my heart. I can't take it. You're so small in my arms, but you have all the power here. You can cut me to the soul so easily that… "

"Creo que tu eres mi carazon y mi alma," I said, looking deeply into his eyes. "I think that you are my heart and my soul, Erik. I… it's hard for me. Neither of us are old enough to know for sure if this thing between us is forever or not, but, right now, at this moment in time, I see myself with you. I see myself as a little old man, still bouncing on your cock while grandchildren – maybe ours, maybe just Kieran and Jason's – play in the other room."

Erik hugged me so tight that I could barely breathe. “Oh fuck, Alonzo, if you keep talking like that I’m going to need to drop another load inside you. I love your sexy Spanish flirting, especially when you get filthy and I have to google what you said later, but this talk about the two of us being together forever is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said. Sometimes when I hold you while you sleep, I imagine the two of us together when we’re old and… it’s the most damnably exciting thing ever.”

I rubbed my smooth cheek against his stubbled face and sighed. “Is it weird that I always see us with Jason and Kieran in our lives?”

Erik nibbled my earlobe and muttered, “Not at all. There’s some strange connection between the four of us. I’m not sure what it is, but I have a feeling that we’ll all be together for the rest of our days.”

We sat there for another twenty minutes or so until Erik's cock had deflated and slid out of my ass. We were almost late for our classes.

 

Kieran

Jason and I were both horny as we got dressed. He couldn't stop stroking my cheeks and playing with the string that pressed against my boy hole. He kissed my neck and whispered, "Your little butt is so sexy in this thong; I think I want you to wear this in our suite from now on. I'll let Erik know to instruct Alonzo. I’m sure he’ll be on board with it."

Then he dressed me in a pair of very small but loose shorts and a baggy t-shirt. He put me in my pink athletic shoes with the rainbow laces and a pair of glittery ankle socks. He assured me that all the clothes he had bought for me were boy's clothes, but I'd never seen any boy I knew dressed like this.

Even when pressed for time, Jason was a careful driver. We made it to Ibis House, but only a couple minutes before my appointment. It was a big old building on the corner of Maple and Tecumseh, with three floors plus a garret level. It had twin bronze ibises flaking the front gate. The small front yard was surrounded by a wrought iron fence and the backyard was enclosed by a brick wall.

About a dozen mages used this house as an off-campus residence. Jason informed me later that there was an Ibis House near every college with a large mage population. It was obfuscated from mundane sight by arcane wards. It's not that they didn't see it, but they weren’t able to pay attention to it. The postal carrier could deliver mail to the ornate mailbox just outside the gate, but their eyes would slide past the house itself.

Rakesh used one of the lower common rooms to teach yoga to the residents, and sometimes to other supernaturals in town. When we got there, Rakesh was still helping one of his students with some poses. He was an inch shorter than Jason, but with a wider and more powerful build. He stood behind a smaller and slenderer guy with long blond hair he wore in a loose bun at the back of his head. The guy was wearing very tight yoga pants and no shirt. Rakesh's arms were around the smaller guy's shoulders.

Jason whispered in my ear, "When it gets cooler, I'm going to dress you in yoga pants when you leave the room, so everyone can see your cute butt when you walk."

My dick jumped in my thong at his words. It seemed that Jason was turning me into an exhibitionist. I was still embarrassed for people to look at me, but I thought that I was coming to like the feeling anyway. His hand slid up my thigh and under the leg of my shorts so he could stroke my butt.

"With your new thongs," he said, "there will be no unsightly panty-lines. Everyone will think you're naked under your pants. You know that's why Tom Holland wears a thong in his spiderman costume, so no one can see his underwear. I know how much you like that."

I leaned back against him and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my smooth skin until Rakesh came over to greet Jason. He still had his arm around the smaller guy's shoulders. "This is the studio, and this is Silvan Reynard," he said, kissing the smaller guy on the temple. He's a mind mage as well, and he'll be in the same class as you."

Jason nodded his head and said, "I'm using a house just over on the next street to do some work for the committee, so it won't take me long to get here if there's trouble."

"I'll call if we need you, Jason, but this house has a dozen mages living in it, and it's been improved over the decades as more mages have called it home. It has a threshold powered by numerous arcane wards," he said. "Your boy will be safe."

Jason nodded, then kissed me goodbye and told me to be a good boy. I loved it when he treated me like a kid. It was like the childhood I'd never had. Jason made most of the decisions for me, and I knew I could trust him to make only the right decisions. When I thought about it, even my own parents were kind of distant. Although I loved my parents very much, I could still remember how they’d left me alone even at an early age, not physically alone in the house, but mentally alone. They’d been there for me, but they’d always waited until I approached them, instead of constantly talking to me about my feelings or… I guess the word I was looking for was parenting. They hadn’t parented me so much as just loved and accepted me.

I hadn’t really needed their words to know how they felt. I just did. And now I wondered if this was part of that empathic talent that Uncle Kamon said I had. Had my parent’s had it too? Was that why they’d been distant, but still somehow surrounded me with love, like a kind of psychic embrace, that I was too young and too unskilled to recognize?

Had they been mentally distant because they knew that I preferred to be alone with my thoughts? If so, why hadn’t they realized that I liked being held, even when I was caught up in my own thoughts. Jason had somehow instinctively known it. That’s why sometimes he held me on his lap while he was reading on his tablet, and I was sketching.

I watched Jason until he was out the door. When I turned back, I noticed that Rakesh was smiling at me. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I can tell how much you are in love with each other. When you are next to another, your auras intertwine and almost become one on the outer level, and when he walked away from you, I could see your auras still trying to cling to one another until the last moment."

Silvan held out his hand and I took it, but Rakesh didn't seem to think that was good enough. He wrapped an arm around each of our shoulders and pulled us both to his chest so that all three of us were touching. I felt something electric pass between us.

"We're three out of the five mind mages in town," Rakesh said. "The others won't be joining us most of the time because this is the beginners group, but I'm going to get us together with them sometimes. Our kind of magic is different from the other mages. We need to combine the powers of mind, body, and soul if we want to reach our greatest power and skill."

Rakesh put on some music in the background and started us on breathing exercises, followed by simple stretching poses. Rakesh taught us some new poses and had us practice them. He was walking around the room behind us, occasionally touching us on various chakra points to sharpen the flow of energy. At one point, he touched my temples, and my vision was overwhelmed by a multitude of colors. Silvan's body seemed surrounded by a nimbus of light shining in different hues.

I glanced back at Rakesh. The pattern of colors surrounding him had a different pattern, but it was even brighter. Rakesh was smiling when he said, "Now you see it. This is aura sight, and it will help me to teach you what you need to learn."

Then he taught Silvan and I to touch minds. When we did, our auras touched and I could feel his mind, his emotions, and a hint of his thoughts. He liked me in a friendly way, but he was experiencing strong feelings of lust towards Jason. I wasn't really upset. I would have wondered what was wrong with him if he weren't at least a little in lust with him. His feelings toward Rakesh contained both emotions to a much stronger degree.

After feeling both their minds, I knew that I would be able to reach them again, and they would be able to reach mine. The strange thing was that this thought didn't bother me. I'd felt the texture of their minds and somehow I knew that what I'd read was the truth. They were safe and I could touch them.

We were doing our final breathing exercises when Jason returned more than an hour later. As soon as I'd finished, he swept me into his arms and kissed me. Rakesh gave Silvan a hug and a kiss as well, then he asked Jason if they could talk privately for a moment, while Silvan showed me the kitchen and got me some tea to restore my energy. Silvan was a small guy, but he was three inches taller than me, so I still felt small walking next to him.

There were two other mages in the kitchen, Bernice Hartman, and Zoe Smith. Bernice was a tall woman, probably about Jason's height with dark auburn hair, fair skin, and brown eyes. Zoe was an African American woman, about Silvan's height, curvier than Berenice with a broad smile and short hair. They were sitting next to each other, holding hands, when we came into the room.

"I am so pleased to meet you, Kieran," Zoe said, rising to pull me into a warm and soft embrace. "Rakesh told us about you. He said you’re a cute little thing and very polite."

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied. "It's good to meet you too."

I didn't pull away. Other than Clarissa, no woman had given me a hug since my mother had died. I was enjoying the softness of her body against mine. It wasn't remotely erotic for me. It felt maternal and it made me feel happy. She stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.

Silvan said, "I've touched his mind. He's a good guy."

Zoe hugged me tighter and said, "I can tell, Silvan. He's an empath like me and he doesn't know how to screen his thoughts and emotions, so he's broadcasting all over the place. Rakesh will teach you how to control that, baby, but it's going to take you a little while."

Silvan poured us both a cup of tea. It smelled spicy and rich. He didn't ask before adding sugar and milk to it. Jason probably wouldn't like it because he didn't like me eating sugar, but I preferred my tea sweet and milky. It was hot so I blew on it before sipping. I'd never had tea like it before. Jason's teas were light in color and flowery in flavor. This one was spicy with cinnamon and other things I didn't recognize. I felt a surge of tingling energy flowing through me.

"Drink it all, baby," Zoe said. "It contains a restorative to help you after your training, so finish it all."

I chatted with them for a few minutes before Jason and Rakesh came into the room. "Are you getting to know some of the other mages, Little Prince?" Jason asked.

"Yes, Sir," I said. "Can we come here again, sometime when we can stay for a while?"

"We can, Little Prince. Rakesh has shown me around the house, and I'm satisfied with the defenses," he said.

Rakesh invited us to dinner, and Jason accepted. The residents took turns cooking and cleaning, although they used magic to do the hard work. That night they made three kinds of chili: beef, chicken, and vegetarian. There was also a big salad and freshly baked cornbread. Jason wanted the vegetarian chili, so that's what we both ate. It was good. It wasn't like any chili I'd ever had before. It had mushrooms, zucchini, tomatoes, and beans. It was good, and Jason put butter and honey on our cornbread.

Dinner was great. The mages at Ibis House had a large dining room and a table big enough to seat everyone comfortably. The mages were nice, and they made both of us feel welcome. The leader was a middle-aged woman named Felicia Gladstone who was the assistant principal at the local high school. She had a nine-year-old daughter named Selena who attended the K-8 school in town. We stayed for about an hour after dinner and just talked with some of the other mages. When Silvan found out I was an art student, he made me promise to bring my sketch pad next time we came to visit.

On the way back to the dorm, Jason turned off the radio and said, "Rakesh told me that you did well today. I'm very proud of you and the progress. He also told me that you could have done even better if I hadn't been giving you something to suppress your nightmares. As a mind mage, lack of dreams impaired your complexus mentalis, the center of your being, where body, mind and soul come together. I only did it because you had the nightmare about Kyle again. I won't be able to give it to you anymore. If your dreams are too bad, you need to see Uncle Kamon again."

"You did what you thought was best, Sir," I said. "I was really glad not to dream about that night again."

"Whether my heart was in the right place or not, I made the wrong call. I won't do it again. I want you to be able to trust me," I replied.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I said, "I do trust you, Sir. None of this has changed anything as far as I'm concerned."

He kissed me before getting out of the car. I knew better than to get out on my own. Jason liked to help me out of his SUV, like he thought I couldn't do it. When he opened the door and lifted me down, I threw my arms around his neck and held on tight. We spent a few minutes kissing in the parking lot before he grabbed both our bags and then led me into the building with his arm around my shoulders. I put my arm around his waist in what had become the signature expression of our relationship. There were still a few students in the common area downstairs. Jason greeted them all as we walked toward the stairs. My man was really popular.

Jason was so affectionate as we walked up to our floor that I knew what was going to happen when we got to the room. And I wasn't disappointed. He picked me up and carried me over the threshold, as if I were a bride. Once inside, he put me down and said, "Leave your thong on tonight."

Then he sent a message to Erik and prepared our medicinals for the night. Both he and Alonzo came over to get them. Alonzo gave me a hug and a kiss, passionate, but without tongue. Erik gave me a tight hug and lifted me up so that my legs were dangling. I noticed that Alonzo was still wearing his thong as well. The nice thing about thongs was the pouch that pushed our penises forward. They made it clear we had dicks, even if they were small.

Erik looked at Jason and said, "I need to ask a question. Why are Kieran and Alonzo almost the same exact size, with almost the same exact size penises? Both are outliers in that they are significantly shorter than average and have penises that fall in the same extreme lower percentile range. Why did Kieran shrink himself down to the same size as Alonzo?"

Jason pulled me close and hugged me tight. Then he replied, "I've been thinking a lot about this myself. From things he's said, Kieran was overwhelmed by how pretty Alonzo was and wanted to be like him."

I nodded and looked at Alonzo sheepishly. "I thought you were so pretty and so self-confident in your sexuality that I wanted to be like you. Maybe I overdid it a little."

"Or, maybe, the real question is, why did Alonzo make himself the same size as Kieran?" Jason asked.

I could tell that all three of us were confused, but then a look of comprehension came over Alonzo. Before any of us could say anything, Jason added, "None of you remember it, although Alonzo does now. He did a reality warping spell that changed everything. I think he secretly envied Kieran's submissiveness and wanted to be more like him."

Alonzo was staring at Jason. He asked, "How do you know I changed reality? I only remember it when I'm forced to confront it."

I could tell that Alonzo was impressed. Jason laughed and said, "I'm not a mind mage. You told me the truth one day and convinced me you weren't delusional."

He touched a small charm on a bracelet on his wrist, then added, "I don't like being in the dark, so I stored the information in this charm. It's like an external memory source that I can access constantly. Think about what I said, Alonzo. I believe you crave the same sort of discipline from Erik that I give Kieran."

Alonzo seemed skeptical, but I thought Jason was right. Alonzo did want Erik to take more control, but he wanted to fight against him and resist so that Erik had to force him to obey. It was obvious that Alonzo liked being forced to do things. I, on the other hand, just liked doing what Jason told me so he'd be happy. I was happy when I made him happy. Alonzo liked to be manhandled into submission, but I enjoyed submitting to Jason for the simple pleasure of submitting.

When Erik and Alonzo went back to their room, Jason and I used the bathroom and brushed our teeth. Then he swept me up in his arms and took me to bed. "I'm going to fuck you, but I want you to stay in the thong."

"You must really like the thongs, Sir," I said, snuggling up next to him.

Jason smiled and said, "Little Prince, I love the way you look in your thong. It's not that I don't think your little penis is cute, but the thong is so sexy that I want to see it on you. Besides, we both agree that a penis is almost superfluous on a boy."

His hands delicately traced the edge of the pouch on my thong, teasing my groin and stroking my perineum. Then he ran his fingers lightly over the pouch, touching my penis through the silky cloth. It felt great and my little cock twitched against his touch, making me moan and tremble.

"You and Alonzo were naughty boys earlier, getting me horny when I didn't have time to make love to you before leaving. Maybe I should get the spray bottle and take away your orgasms for a little while," he said.

He looked so serious that I felt guilty over my behavior from earlier. "Please, Sir," I begged with a tremble on my lip, "don't take my orgasms away! I'll be a good boy. It hurt me as much as it did you, Sir."

Jason stroked my cheeks and brushed a stray lock of hair out of my face, then he kissed my lips gently. "You're too easy to tease, Little Prince," he said gently. "I'm going to give you a powerful orgasm tonight. You weren't really being a bad boy, I was joking. I love that you are beginning to rejoice in your enjoyment of your body and in the way you can use it to make me happy. I'm so pleased with you that I'm going to grant you your desire tonight."

He teased my little cock again and said, "If you want me to do it, I'll put your little penis in my mouth and I'll suck you until you orgasm."

My heart started racing. I'd been a virgin when I met Jason. No one had ever sucked my dick. Since I'd met him, Jason had taken me in his mouth a few times, but never until I came. Once I'd been denied orgasms by Jason's magic spray and he'd sucked me while I hung on the edge of cumming for about half an hour. I'd felt pleasure so intense that it almost felt like torment.

I almost shouted yes. Then I thought about Jason's masculine face and how ridiculous I thought it would look if he were servicing me instead of the other way around. Clarissa felt that Jason was too caught up in gender roles and that I wasn't getting enough out of this relationship, but maybe I was as caught up in them as he was. Somehow it seemed wrong for a strong man like Jason to be sucking my boy sized cock. Would it make him seem less manly in my eyes somehow? I wasn't sure.

"What do you want, Kieran?" he asked.

"What do you want, Sir?" I replied. "If you want to… you know, if you want to suck my cock, you can. It belongs to you, just like every other part of me."

"That's a good answer, but it doesn't tell me what I really need to know," he said. "If you want me to suck your cock, this is the night to tell me. If you say no, I may never ask you again, and you will not be allowed to ask me. So, tell me what it is that you want, not what you think I want to hear."

I really wanted to know what it felt like, but I didn't want to see Jason do it. I needed him to be a pillar of pure and powerful masculinity for me. "If I say no, can Alonzo do it for me?" I asked. "Just so I can see what it feels like?"

Jason shook his head and replied, "All your orgasms come from me."

I swallowed and resigned myself to never experiencing a real blowjob. "No, Sir," I said. "I'm happy with things the way they are."

Jason pulled me tight against him and nibbled my earlobes. "I love you so much, Little Prince; I would do anything for you. But right now, I must ask one question. Whose job is it to undress me?"

"It's mine, Sir," I moaned. "I love being your naked valet."

Wearing nothing but a thong made me feel even more naked than being completely nude. My erection stretched the pouch of the thong and made it clear how much I was enjoying the thought. I knelt before Jason and slid his shoes off of his feet, then his socks. When I looked up at him, he was smiling down at me.

He stroked my hair and said, "You look so cute down there, showing me the proper submission of a luantong to his zhangfu."

"Thank you, Sir," I said. "I want to be submissive to you. It makes me happier than I've ever been in my life."

Then I reached up and unfastened his belt and then his pants. I pulled them off him, exposing his muscular golden-brown legs. He wasn't as powerfully built or as hairy as Erik, but I thought he was the sexiest man alive. I carefully folded his trousers so they wouldn't get too wrinkled and then I put them aside.

After I was finished with that task, I had to stand up. I took his shirt off him easily and folded it as well. It was the kind of shirt that buttons up the front, but Jason always folded them loosely before putting them in the hamper. It was the t-shirt that gave me the most trouble. I was just barely tall enough to manage the task of pulling it up and then carefully working it over Jason's head. The sight of his chest almost made me swoon. I couldn't resist, so I leaned forward and kissed first his right nipple and then his left.

I folded his tee shirt and put it on the pile. Then I knelt again and reached up to take hold of the waistband of his silk boxers. I could see his large cock pressing against them. When I pulled them down, it sprang out in my face. At eight inches (eight and an eighth, actually), he was a one percenter. I'd checked.

In person, I thought it looked huge. Mine had been six inches before I’d shrunk it. My cock was half as big as Jason's and that was my doing, my fantasy. I'd craved the humiliation of having a small dick. Some of my favorite porn fantasies had revolved around that theme. But what was better than the fantasy was that Jason had acknowledged my small penis and told me that he thought it was pretty, that it was perfect for me and for him. He loved me because of my small dick. Having it be the object of love was even better than it being the object of derision. I was happier than ever that I had made it shrink.

"Put my clothes in the hamper and then join me on the bed," he said.

I obeyed his command, as naturally as breathing, and turned to face him. He was lying on the bed on his side, gesturing for me to join him. I gladly slid into his arms. He took me into a tight embrace and kissed me roughly. I melted into him and let him take complete control. His hands cupped my butt, and his lips worked their way down my neck. My skin was enflamed with desire. When his mouth reached my nipples, he licked them and sucked them, gently at first, then with more force.

"Turn around and suck my cock, Little Prince," Jason said, giving my butt a slap, "and I'm going to lick your sweet little boy hole until you cry out in pleasure."

That was an offer I couldn't refuse or even delay for a few minutes. I turned around and took his cock into my hands. We were lying on our sides, so Jason put one of my legs under his neck and threw the other over his neck, giving himself access to my butt. I felt him slide the string of the thong aside and bury his face in my crack. It dawned on me that both of us were focusing on the other's center of sexual power. I held his powerful tool in my hands, and he was kissing my hungry boy hole.

"Your tasty little rosebud is twitching in anticipation, Little Prince. I think it likes its man's attention," he said. Then he licked around my hole.

"It does, Sir!" I agreed. "My boy hole craves the touch of your fingers, your tongue and your big dick!"

I held his impressive cock in my hands and kissed it. I felt it throb at the touch of my lips. The taste of his skin was like nectar to me. The scent and flavor of his body with its musky saltiness tasted of… I couldn’t identify exactly what the flavor was… but it reminded me of something woodsy or leathery that made my mouth come alive. There was a hint of his cum as well because he'd been walking around while his cock was leaking, so it had been stewing in his juices all day. I kissed the head of his dick and tasted fresh precum, then I peeled back the foreskin and licked around the head, making Jason moan. That vibration felt interesting against my hole.

Jason thrust his tongue against my hole and probed with gentle but firm pressure. I felt myself opening for him and I cried out, "That feels so fucking good, Sir! I love it when you do that, and I love you!"

Jason smacked my butt hard and replied, "I love you too, Little Prince, but I want you to watch your language. A sweet little prince should use respectful language and never sully his mouth with vulgarity."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir," I said contritely. "I will be sweet and demure from now on, but I do need you to know just how much I love all the things you do to me. I can’t believe how much I’m in love with you."

Now Jason was controlling my language, but I didn't care. If he wanted me to be a demure little prince, that's what I'd be. I wasn't that invested in vulgar language anyway. I did it in high school to fit in with the other jocks. I didn't need to pretend to be someone I wasn't around Jason.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked, careful not to let my teeth scrape him. I kept meaning to talk to Alonzo, to get him to teach me how to take all eight inches of Jason's cock into my throat. I made a promise to do that as soon as possible.

"Your little pink hole is begging for attention, Little Prince. It knows its master, and it's opening for me like a beautiful flower," Jason said. "And now I'm going to tease you a little more."

He buried his face in my butt again. My hole was completely relaxed, and I could feel his tongue pressing inside me. This was one of my favorite feelings, second only to the fullness of his cock filling me completely from sphincter to sphincter. But first, Jason was busy fulfilling his promise. His tongue was teasing me closer and closer to orgasm. I was sucking on the half of his cock I could get into my mouth, and I was crying from pure pleasure.

Jason knew how close I was. I was the empath, and yet he was the one who always knew. He smacked my butt gently and told me to roll over on my back. He poked my small, but iron-hard, erection through the pouch of my thong and smiled.

"It looks like my little prince is ready for me," he said, bringing his face down to kiss away my tears.

Then he lifted my legs and pushed them back to my chest, exposing my hole. He'd already moved the string of my thong to one side, so he rubbed the head of his cock against my taint, making it quiver. Then he pushed gently, sliding the head inside. I loved the slightly painful feeling of his cock pushing past my ring. Jason always soothed me with kind words and soft touches while he slowly filled me, and tonight was no exception. He was able to play my body like a musical instrument, sending waves of pleasure to partially counteract the pain.

"I'm almost there, Little Prince, just the last inch, so be ready," he said. "I'm about to tap gently on the door to your inner sanctum."

I felt the pain as he pushed that last inch inside me. Then he paused and let his cock rest inside my body while he kissed my face and neck. This was when I felt most alive, impaled on my lover's cock, him holding me tight in a muscular embrace.

"You are perfect for me, Little Prince," Jason crooned as he stroked my sides. "I love everything about you."

With my newfound talents, I felt our auras merging. I didn't just hear Jason's words; I could feel the truth and desire behind them. I focused and sent my own satisfaction, pleasure and love flowing through my aura back into him. The look on his face told me that he'd received the message. He looked so powerful and handsome with his high cheekbones and thoughtful, slanted eyes. I could lose myself in those eyes. And I did, every time we had sex in this position. He began fucking me with long slow strokes, pressing against my prostate with every thrust. I'd been horny and on the edge from the moment we'd begun making love, so it didn't take much for him to push me into a full mind-blowing orgasm that made every nerve in my body explode.

"I'm cumming, Sir. You're pushing the cum right out of me. You fu… you know how to make me feel so good," I said. I'd almost used the word he'd forbidden me earlier.

I felt the pressure build up like I had to pee and then my whole body tensed. I screamed with pleasure when I came. When my orgasm came from my anus it washed over me in waves, like every part of my body was cumming.

With our auras intertwined, I not only felt Jason's orgasm physically, but I also felt it emotionally. And I knew that he also felt mine. We lay together for several minutes of soft kissing, his cock slowly deflating inside me.

Afterward Jason carried me into the shower, and we cleaned each other. I sucked his cock for a while under the water until he came again, flooding my mouth with his delicious seed. I didn't cum again, but I could empathically feel his, which felt just as satisfying.

Jason brushed my hair out and braided it like Alonzo had taught him, then he took me to bed naked and we spooned until we fell asleep.

 

Alonzo

Erik drove me to my dance class, then gave me a kiss before speeding off. He was already in his Kali uniform. I was wearing a pair of deep purple shorts that barely covered my butt and a sleeveless emerald green tee shirt Erik had bought me. It had an anime guy in a cowboy hat and boots, who could have been me, on the front. The word Uke was written under it. He had one like it that he liked to wear which was a cornflower blue. It had a matching anime version of himself, in full Viking garb, with the word Seme under it.

These were anime yaoi terms that I'd had to look up because Erik was into anime. Although it didn't translate exactly, uke seemed to mean bottom and seme top. But from what I'd read, Erik and I didn't fit those terms exactly because I wasn't sweet and naïve. I thought that Kieran was closer to being an uke than I was.

Erik had signed me up for this dance class without my permission, and I'd resented it mightily at first, but now I enjoyed it. It was an aerobics class, so designed for exercise, but all the music was great for dancing and some of the guys in class were seriously hot. Jordan was a beefy thirty something who carried a few extra pounds on a sexy dad body. He had brown hair and a light scruffy beard. Jefferson was a thin black guy with short hair. He also wore a very short scruffy beard. They were very much in fashion. Erik had one, too, and it was hot as hell on his chiseled features. Mike was a blond guy with a thick mustache and a modern hairstyle, longish on the top with a high fade. He was probably in his forties, and he had a very campy lisp. He had his eye on Jordan, but Jordan had his eye on me. I was partial to Jefferson. I had to admit that I was fascinated by handsome black guys. There were a lot more African Americans in the Midwest than in the West. I seldom saw anyone with skin darker than mine back home.

The instructor for this class was a woman in her twenties named Gale. She had bleached blond hair and a muscular body. She was always overly affectionate with Jordan, Jefferson, Mike, and me, but her boyfriend didn't seem to like us very well. He’d come to pick her up after class and he'd glare at us. I wondered if he thought we were straight, and she was flirting with us. That was funny. Maybe our dance aerobics class was a cliché, but there were four guys in it, and all four were gay.

After the session, the four of us were standing around all sweaty, drinking water. Mike was so camp that it was hard to believe he'd been in the Army, but he still wore his dog tags around his neck. "Hey homos," he said. (He always talked like that.) "Did you see Grizzly Adams giving Jefferson the stink eye tonight when Gale was hugging him goodbye, trying to smother him in those big fake tits of hers, I mean?" (He always called Gale's boyfriend Grizzly Adams – I had no idea why. He had a big beard. Maybe he thought Adam looked like a grizzly bear.)

"They're not fake," Jefferson replied.

We all turned to look at him and Mike gave him a raised eyebrow as if to ask how would you know? Jefferson said, "I'm only about three quarters gay. A fourth of me knows a real titty when I feel it pressed against me."

We all laughed at that for a moment. Then Jordan said, "Some of the girls in the class think you're straight, Jefferson. I've seen them staring at you."

"I know," he replied. "I can feel their eyes on my butt when my back is turned, but I have a boyfriend who's all I can handle right now."

We'd all seen his boyfriend, a police officer who sometimes picked him up on his cruiser. He was a tall white guy with salt and pepper hair and gray mustache, which was almost as impressive as Mike's. He looked fit in his tight uniform.

Mike interrupted and said, "But the worst gaydar award in class has to go to that muscular brunette who keeps sizing up little Alonzo here." He pushed my sweaty hair out of my face and continued. "Everything about this little twinkie screams gay, from his shaved arms and legs to the way he moves his tiny little booty to the music, but she stares at him all the way through class."

I was giggling, thinking he had to be putting me on. I'd never been out officially back home, but I thought everyone must have known. Girls liked me, but they all knew that I was a safe little gay boy to listen to all their troubles and talk smack about the guys who'd treated them wrong. Mike wasn't joking, though. He threw his arm around me and whispered, "She's sitting over on the bench pretending to be nursing a sore calf right now, still staring at you, sweet thing."

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the woman he was talking about. She looked like a cop or maybe a soldier. She was taller than me, but shorter than any of the other guys I was talking to, and she was very muscular in a lithe sort of way. I wondered what she wanted. There was no way that she was interested in me, not in a sexual way at least.

My pensive mood was interrupted by Mike who said, "You can stop staring at the girl, Alonzo. You aren't going to trick anyone into thinking you're straight. Besides, that sexy Viking of yours is here to pick you up."

I craned my neck around and saw Erik coming into the lobby. I gave him a huge grin and ran toward him. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up for a passionate kiss in front of the guys and the woman who was watching me. Then he put me down, so I was standing next to him and wrapped his arm around me. Because I was thirteen inches shorter than him, the top of my head only came to the middle of his chest.

"And who are your friends?" Erik asked, sizing them up as if any of them were competition for him.

We walked over to them, and I said, "This is Jordan, Jefferson, and Mike. We're the only guys in this class."

"Along with Alonzo, we're the four homos, kind of like the three amigos, but even more homorific," Mike said, extending his hand for a handshake.

Erik was polite and shook everyone's hand, but he kept a firm grip on me, like he was letting the other gay guys know that I was his. It was domineering, but I found it incredibly arousing. When we left to get into Erik's car, he put me on his shoulders, which was ridiculous because he had to almost squat to get through the door without banging my head on the way out.

 

The Observer (Interlude)

I'd been watching Red 3 (Alonzo Ramos) on Tuesday and Thursday night in his dance aerobics class. It wasn't high profile, but we were tasked to watch all four targets designated Red whenever they were off campus. It didn't hurt that it gave me a chance to get some aerobic exercise in. Red three was a cute little thing, like my 13-year-old gay cousin Zack and he was about the same height and build. There were four targets who interacted with him directly, Mustachio (Michael Waters), Beefy Teach (Jordan Pauly), Ebony (Jefferson Dunn), and Dancing Teach (Gale Ewing). None of them seemed suspicious around him, although Mustachio had caught me staring at Red 3. I'd decided to play it like I was attracted to the little twink, to throw him off the trail. He bore more watching. I'd have to do some investigating into his background.

The real problem was Grizzly Bear (I'd stolen the code name from Mustachio; his real name was Adam Barstow), Dancing Teach's boyfriend. I couldn't tell if he hated the four gay guys for the usual redneck reasons or if he was watching Red 3 in particular. I was sure that I'd seen a tattoo beginning X2 on the inside of his forearm. Unless he was a fan of X-Men movies, that was probably X22:18, which meant he was a member of that fanatical group of hunters. I'd put a note on him in my report. If he was watching Red 3, it meant that he knew the boy was a mage, and that meant he was a danger to Red Prime.

Red 4 (Erik Rucker) drove up in that ridiculously undersized Kia of his. I wondered how he fit inside it. A tech team had put a transmitter inside the car, so I'd heard him and Red 3 talking about inviting Red Prime to this Dance Aerobics class, but tonight I'd heard Red 4 say that Red 2 had taken Red Prime to Ibis House for a class in mind magery. That place was a hard nut to crack. All our agents could perceive it, but it was protected by the velamen arcanum, which meant that we couldn't put electronic surveillance on it. (It was the same problem we had with Red 2's SUV). If Red 3 had spoken of this where Grizzly Bear could hear, and Grizzly Bear started looking for Ibis House, then we'd know that X22:18 was hunting Red Prime. Of course, he could still get to Red Prime through Red 3. And that meant that we had to protect Red 3 as well.

As I was adding notes to the file on Grizzly Bear, I saw that the tech team had been to his apartment. They were uploading information as I watched. They'd found guns and moly elixir there. Nothing pointed directly toward X22:18, but it meant that he was a hunter. His apparent fanaticism pointed to X22:18 or the Orion Faction. Both were bad news. The most disturbing thing they found was a vial of preserved vampire blood. Neither X22:18 nor Orion Faction should have been associated with vampires. I hoped the Severan Team Leader would call a meeting soon, or at least issue a report. There were too many threads. Someone had to analyze them soon.

 

Erik

My Kali class went well. I was determined to master this discipline and I'd been practicing a lot in my free time, so I was able to learn a few more martial art forms tonight. My greater reach and strength gave me an advantage over the other students, so I spent more time sparring with the master, whose greater skill and experience allowed him to challenge me better than the other students could.

When I went inside the rec center to pick up Alonzo, I saw him standing with those three older gay guys. None of them looked like traditional students. Alonzo had come running up to me. I'd lifted him like the little twink he was, and we’d shared a very passionate kiss. Then I had Alonzo introduce me to his friends.

None of the three seemed dangerous, but I thought Jordan's eyes lingered too long on my boy's cute little butt, and Mike was too free with his hands. He seemed like a campy older bottom, but I still didn't like him touching Alonzo. And of course, Alonzo flirted like most guys breathed. I didn't even think he knew he was doing it. I held him close and used my body language to send the message that he was mine and they needed to keep their hands off him.

I put him on my shoulders to carry him out of the building, which meant that I had to duck down low to get out the door without banging his cute head. I'd parked just outside because I was running late to pick him up. I didn't let him down until I'd opened the door for him and then I insisted on helping him inside the car.

Alonzo gave me a fake scowl and said, "I'm not helpless, and I'm not Kieran, so you'd better watch it, big boy."

I ruffled his hair and kissed his nose. "Don't make me buy a booster seat for you, little boy," I teased him back.

He was frowning at me when I sat down behind the wheel, but he started laughing when I tweaked his nose. When we parked back at our dorm, he jumped out of the car before I could walk over and let him out. He was laughing when I chased him down and picked him up.

"Shoulders, princess carry or caveman carry?" I asked, rubbing my stubble against his smooth cheeks.

"Put me down and let me walk, you brute," he replied with a giggle.

"Never," I said. "And if you keep running off from me, I'll buy one of those harnesses that parents use on unruly toddlers! Now choose. What am I tonight? Am I your daddy, your bridegroom, or your captor?"

Alonzo scrunched up his face and tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment. Then he put his arms around my neck and rested his head on my chest and said, "Carry me upstairs, daddy."

I decided to put him on my back instead of my shoulders. I didn't want to bump his head on all the low thresholds. Well, they were low to me, if not to anyone else in the dorm. I swung him around to my back and grabbed his thighs to hold him there. He wrapped his arms around my neck. I'd forgotten my gym bag (I'd put his inside of mine when we got into the car), so I looked back and stretched out my hand when Alonzo wasn't looking. The bag flew into my right hand. Then I kicked the door closed and used the remote to lock it.

I carried Alonzo into the lobby. I was bouncing him up and down on my back and he was giggling and kissing my neck. We were almost to the stairs when one of the guys in the lobby called out, "Rucker! Your boy's thong is showing!"

It was Herbie Plank. He was an older engineering student and we had worked out together once or twice. He and his friends were laughing, not in a mean way, but in a douchey bro sort of way. I bounced Alonzo a couple more times and then turned around to face them.

"Don't forget that you can look all you want, but you can't touch," I warned them with a smile. Herbie wasn't gay but he freely admitted that Alonzo was prettier than most of the girls he's dated.

"You shouldn't tease us like that, Erik," he said. "It's not fair. We don't get to room with our girlfriends, but you do! You could at least share!"

"Sucks to be you, Herbie. It sucks to be you," I replied. Then I ran up the stairs taking them three at a time.

In the room I set him down and then sat myself down at the bed. "Dance for me, sexy twink. Show me what a slutty little puto you are."

Alonzo licked his lips sexily and then put a playlist on his phone. He knew how to connect it to my good speakers, so we could really feel the beat. Then he started a sexy dance, slowly stripping off his clothes as he went. He wasn't a practiced stripper, so he stumbled a little, but he could really move his hips when he danced. When he was down to his thong, I called him over, had him straddle me and give me a lap dance.

"I've been texting with Jason today and we've decided that our cute little guys are going to wear their thongs in the room from now on because you're so fucking sexy that way," I said. "But now we have to go get our tea from Jason."

I held up the phone to show him the message. We ran over and I saw that Kieran was also in thong. The boys kissed and then I hugged them both. Jason finished the tea and then he hugged them both as well. We chatted for a few minutes while the boys took turns in the bathroom evacuating their bowels, then we said our goodbyes so I could take Alonzo back to our room.

I threw him down on the bed and then we had a repeat of this afternoon, only now I had the time to eat his pretty brown butt properly before fucking him. When we'd both cum, I wrapped my arms around him and held him in my embrace until we both fell asleep. I was working on making him my boy outside of bed as well, just as Jason had advised, and he was still laughing and going along with it, which was better than I expected. He seemed to be resisting less, the more I took control, or rather he seemed to be resisting in a playful, rather than serious, way.  I thought that it excited him as much as it did me.

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author's preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author's preferred reading order is The Alchemy and Songcraft 5 because one chapter was too small to cover the action. It will be out soon.

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